#found this picture while scrolling on twitter and it is everything to me

[mal3vol3nt]

literally the cutest angry sad girl you’ll ever meet. she is actually my child i wanna squeeze her

[f1bordeaux]

The String That Binds Us. (Prologue) | ln4, cl16

You fell in love with this sport all because of him. It would be selfish not to thank that boy for his help in getting you here today, even if you both ended on rocky terms. However, after finding yourself in the same paddock as your childhood best friend, your mentor, your first true love, and the boy who left you for the bigger picture, you realize that he wants nothing to do with you. So, as fate has it, perhaps you'll end up in the arms of someone else. Or maybe, just maybe, that string that has been tied to the two of you together since birth will pull you back into eachothers lives. Warnings: none Pairings: Lando Norris x Reader, Charles Leclerc x Reader Word Count: 769 Poetry style | Story style A/n: I have returned with yet another series >:) this has been rolling around in my mind and yes its a super simple, done before, run down prompt but I promise to make it worth wild! I feel as though my writing has improved since my last series(which i'm gonna go rewrite) so please enjoy! Ill update as quickly as possible. This is just the prologue so look out for chapter 1 soon, and let me know if you all would be interested in me posting this on Wattpad for easier reading! Much love! Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

prologue; y/n.

There was simply no way, not in this world with all of its coincidences and twists of fate, that things did not happen for a reason. From the minute you’re born until the day you die, there is a reason for everything. An invisible string runs through each and every one of your actions, no matter how little or grand they may be. You were sure of it. There were so many instances you could think of. When you failed that math test and got put back into a different class-the one where you met your first boyfriend who you no longer speak of. When you visited the beach one Summer all the way across the ocean in the United States, and met a girl from your hometown who ended up becoming your life long friend you attended university with. And perhaps the most vital one, when you grew up next door to a boy, only a year older than you, who possessed a love for cars and all things involving them. He would sculpt your life into one of his own, beginning from only the age of three. The two of you would form a shared love, a shared passion, for one sport. However, you found more interest in the mechanical side of things while he preferred to take the wheel. Still, you often wonder how your life would have played out, what you would have done, where you would have gone, who you would have become without him. What would have happened to you if he didn’t live next door? You could never even picture it. Especially now, fresh from university with a degree in automotive engineering hanging on your wall. But the craziest connection of them all? Getting an offer to work in the same sport as your neighbor-no, your childhood best friend. You just couldn’t believe it.

“Y/n you’re joking.” Sophia said on the afternoon the offer popped up in your inbox. She sat on the beanbag chair you used to have in your dorm. You were laying down in bed, lazily scrolling through Twitter before deciding to check your inbox. Now, you were sitting up straight, hand cupping your mouth as you read the email. “Let me see!”

You spun the laptop around, watching her eyes dart across the screen. “It’s not real, there is no way.”

But it was. The email would turn into a phone call, the phone call would turn into a headquarters visit, the visit would turn into a contract. Soon, only a few months after your January graduation, you would be in the Formula 1 paddock, clad in red, tending to the Ferrari livery.

You called Lando only a few weeks before the season started. The two of you hadn’t spoken in a while.

“Hello?”

“Lando, hey.” You scratched the back of your neck. How would he take it? Would he even care at all? Why were you calling with how things ended between the two of you?

There was a second of silence, although it felt like minutes. “Y/n, it’s been a minute. I heard you graduated. Congrats.”

“Oh? Who told you?”

“Mom. You know she's still best friends with yours.”

“Right,” You sighed. He didn’t like your Instagram post that compiled all your grad-photos. Of course he’d only heard it involuntarily. “How have you been?”

“Good.” He responded. “Just preparing for the season, you know?”

“That's actually what I was calling about,” Your heart was pounding. You were so excited to tell him, to let him know that not only did he make it into his dream field, but so did you. “I got a job.”

“Cool. Where at?”

“Ferrari.”

The silence that hung over the line only a little while ago returned. “Like at a shop somewhere in the UK?”

Not exactly the celebration you were hoping for. “No, uh, in F1. I’ll be in the paddock working on either Leclerc’s or Sainz’s car.”

“Oh.” He sniffled. “How’d you manage a job like that straight out of uni?”

“I applied. Didn’t think I would get it but here we are.”

“Well I guess I’ll see you around then.”

And that was it, your big call, your big announcement, all concluded with a ‘see you around’ like it was a conversation to be had in a school yard. You were hurt, your childhood best friend chalking your achievements up to something not worth being impressed about, but you didn’t have time to think about it. You had a job to do and damnit, you were sure you’d be doing it the best.

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires - Part 4

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 1121

Masterlist

American Gods is a very good book, I'll give you that. It's about a man whose wife dies while he's in prison. When he gets out, he starts to work for an eccentric stranger. His wife's corpse follows him around. It's exactly the kind of stuff I imagined you'd read.

I tear through it in a few days, and am disappointed when I hate your other favorites. Addie Larue is alright (Addie falls for a guy in a bookstore) but I can't stand The Secret History or The Raven Boys and have to put them both down before I'm even halfway through them.

Are these the kind of people you're into, (Y/n)? Rich assholes who think they own the world? If that's the case, I have no chance with you.

But no. Shadow Moon is your favorite, and he is an every man's man. He went to prison for aggressive behavior, but I can tell that he is not an aggressive person. He made a mistake and he regrets it. Like me.

I'll admit, (Y/n), that I have made mistakes in the past. Before you, there was Candace, and everything about that relationship was a mistake. I regret my behavior deeply. But it's okay, because it was all just practise for the moment I met you.

We text a little throughout the next week. It's all superficial. Sometimes you tell me you're at work, but you don't tell me where it is that you work or what you do there. I get the sense that you don't want me to know too much about you.

I tell you I'm reading American Gods because of you.

YOU: !!!!!

YOU: lemme kno what u think!!

But you don't give me any more than that, and when I tell you I loved it you only send me a smiley.

Worse, I'm not at Mooney's when you next come in. Ethan tells me he saw you, and I want to put my hand through a wall.

I've only just found you, (Y/n), and I already feel like I'm losing you.

Finally, a lucky break. You come to the store again, and this time you're not alone.

There's a girl with you. She's taller than you, and dresses more modestly. She's also more quiet, but you introduce her to me as Nadia Ronig and when you both leave - not a lot of conversation between us today. You're focussing on your friend - I find her on Instagram.

And through her, you.

Nadia is from Belgium and is visiting you for the week. Like most people, she enjoys attention more than she lets on. Her account is public, and she is a serial-poster. Which is how I find out you've had breakfast together at the same place two days in a row. You are a creature of habit.

She's also posted a picture of your apartment building, and the park next to it, which is how I finally, finally find out where you live.

You shouldn't let your friends post pictures like this so publicly, (Y/n). This time it's just me, but anyone could find you this way. Who knows what kinds of creeps might be interested?

Scrolling back through Nadia's account, I find pictures of you together as young adults, teenagers, even as children. You've known this girl for a long time. Maybe longer than anyone else. That's important to know, because it means you must value her deeply. She values you, anyway. Until three months ago, when you must have moved, almost every one of her posts included you.

I find Nadia on Twitter, too, and realize pretty quickly that the account she most interacts with is you. @MoonShadow_. You don't use your own name because you don't want to be known, but you've told me American Gods is your favorite. You wanted me to find you on here.

On Twitter, your account is public. You mostly post about books, in English anyway. With Nadia, you interact in Dutch, and translating it makes me understand why it's been so hard for me to get to know you. In English you're aloof, but in Dutch you're not afraid to speak your mind. You talk about your day and your life and your political opinions, which mean nothing to me because I don't know any European politicians.

Maybe I'll learn Dutch for you. I won't let you know about it right away - it'll be a surprise. We'll go to the Netherlands for an anniversary of some sort and I'll be able to talk to your family in their language. You'll see how good I am to you, how hard I'm willing to work.

And I am willing to work for you. Of course I am. Otherwise, I wouldn't be outside your building at two am. Don't you think I'd rather be sleeping? But these are the things I do for you.

It may be late, but the lights in your apartment are still on, so I can watch you. You live in a shoebox on the first floor. It's a single room with an attached bathroom. Your windows are open, and you have curtains but they aren't closed. You're on an air mattress on the floor, scrolling through your phone. Nadia has your bed, but she's in the bathroom right now.

I like your apartment, (Y/n). It may be tiny, but it's undeniably you. Every wall is covered by a bookcase, except for where you keep a rack of clothes. You don't have a kitchen but you do own a microwave. You eat exclusively TV-dinners, as far as I've seen. When we're together I'll take better care of you than that.

I'm across the street. It's not a good neighborhood to be out alone this late, but I'm willing to risk it for you.

Nadia comes out of the bathroom, and the two of you start a conversation.

The street is narrow enough that I can hear the two of you talking. That doesn't help me, though - you and Nadia speak Dutch, exclusively. I wish I understood what you were saying, because I think it would help me know you. Unfortunately, I'll have to make do just listening to the sound of your voice and the tone you speak in.

I think you two are having an argument. Either that, or Dutch is just an exceptionally harsh language.

After a while, you turn out the lights and you both go to sleep. I'll leave, for now, but I'll be back tomorrow. During the day, this time. I want to see where you go every day. What you do when you're not reading.

It's time for the two of us to meet somewhere outside of where I work, don't you think?

[tearfallpixie]

Make Mama Happy - Chapter 15

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"Welcome home." He opened the door to his house, letting me walk in first before following me in. I stepped into his living room and glanced around to see that, besides removing the tree, Vinny still had all of his Christmas decorations around the living space. His hands found my hips and spun me around, pulling me into his chest. "I missed you."

"I missed you too stupid." I giggled, pulling him down to kiss him softly. After the scene we caused at the restaurant, it was decided to go back to his place and order in.

"We should probably sit down and fully talk about everything. Just to make sure we are on the same page."

"That would be a good idea. Let me order food, and we can sit down and talk." He disappeared into the kitchen and started ruffling around as I removed my heels and sat on the couch. "Hey babe, any preferences for lunch?" he called from the other room.

"I'm actually in the mood for Chinese if you like that," I called back, kicking my feet up next to me and grabbing my phone to scroll through Twitter for a bit.

"Sounds perfect. I'll give them a call." Hearing him fumble through another drawer, then his voice muffled as he ordered our food; I reached over to the coffee table, tossing my phone down as I picked up the remote, looking for something to break the uncomfortable silence. It was nice to be back at his place, it felt more homie than my little apartment. The apartment wasn't a permanent residence, making it difficult to make the space my own. Eventually, I would have to take it down, and I wanted to use my energy wisely. Vin, however, owned his home, his walls decorated with photos and pictures that he had acquired or fans had given him over the years, and I loved it. I must have been distracted, feeling a pair of eyes on me I turned to see Vinny standing in the doorway.

"What?" I asked when I finally looked up at him. He had an adulatory look on his face that made me feel weak.

"You're fucking gorgeous." He mumbled, taking a step closer to me. I rolled my eyes and was about to move, but before I could, he was on top of me. "The food should be here in like 30 minutes." He told me while brushing some hair from my eyes.

"Cool." I whispered; my hands found the neckline of his loose shirt and started toying with it as his left hand trailed down my side and started pushing it up my leg and under the dress.

"Do you understand how sexy you look in this dress? I have wanted to ravage you since the moment I saw you." He growled, gripping my thigh tightly and dragging my leg over his hip. I let out a soft whine as his body sank into mine, and I felt him press against my core.

"V-Vinny, we should really- fuuuck." I moaned as he started kissing down the column of my neck and finding a sweet spot right under my jaw. His hand slithered up my dress, finding my breast, and started massaging it while he sucked a bruise onto my throat.

"Mhm. We should. But I'm too distracted right now. Sorry." He said with no remorse. His other hand joined the one under my dress and shoved it up so my stomach was exposed. "Just love marking your beautiful skin." He sank down my body and placed kisses all around my belly button as his fingers laced under my lingerie, dragging it down my legs. Once my lingerie was gone, he started kissing bruises into my inner thighs. "Can I taste you? Please, baby."

"Oh, fuck, please." I whimpered, lacing my fingers through his locks and gripping them tightly. I felt a toothy grin against my leg before he brushed his lips up my legs. His hot breath brushed into the apex of my thighs. I shuddered at the feeling and then again when he pressed a kiss to my clit before sucking it into his mouth, taking my leg, and heaving it over his shoulder. His hands caressed my thighs, taking my flesh and squeezing them till they gave way, parting for him. Sliding his hands to the inside of my thighs, he pushed them further open, flattening his tongue before bringing his fingers to my entrance. One circle, two circles, and then his tongue, pushing its way in alongside his finger. "Oh. Fuck." I gasped, arching into his touch.

"That's it baby. Sing for me." He growled against my clit, sending vibrations up my spine. He shoved his tongue as deep into me as he could go and moaned, making my thighs instinctively try to clamp around his head. With the hand not currently occupied, he pressed the inside of my thigh, pushing it away. Chipped paint on his nails dug into my skin, leaving crescent-shaped shadows in their wake. The sensations made my toes curl, and his name slipped past my lips in a repetitive chant. "God, you taste delicious. I could eat you all day, baby."

"Please don't stop." I cried in desperation. It had only been a week, but it had felt like a lifetime that I had been away from him. It seemed like everything was moving so fast, with us having only been together for two weeks before our fight, but I wouldn't change any of it for the world. The way his fingers and tongue worked in tandem to make sure I was fully stretched drove me crazy with how good it felt.

"Not until you come undone on my tongue, Pokie. Then I'll make you come again on my cock. Once we eat, I'll take you three more rounds upstairs. I don't plan to stop all night." He didn't wait for my response, but my moans must have been enough; dipping his head between my thighs again, pushing me closer and closer to my climax; I tightened my muscles holding back as long as I could. I didn't want this to end. "Stop holding back baby. I want you to relax for me." Panting, Vinny curled his fingers inside me, and that was enough for me to call his name loudly and enjoy the feeling of him working me through my climax.

"You taste divine Pokie." He mumbled, kissing back up my body until he reached my lips and bullied his tongue into my mouth. I tried to lick every ounce of us out of his mouth, enjoying the taste of me mixed with him. I felt him shift above me and looked down to see him trying to shove his pants down his legs. I reached into his boxers and pulled his member out, my feet hooked onto his jeans, and kicked them the rest of the way off.

"Wait, my dress," I whispered, reaching to pull the fabric over my head, his hands halting my movements.

"I want to fuck you in it." He pushed the fabric up over my hips and adjusted us so I could line him up with my entrance. "I got you, babe." He whispered, kissing my forehead. He pressed into me slowly, our eyes locked; I could see the way his pupils were blown, his lips swollen and red. When he bottomed out, I threw my head back, letting out a contented sigh; when my eyes fluttered open again, I saw his tongue roll over the sharp points of his teeth. I had spent the entire last week thinking I would never see him again, that he hated me, but I was so wrong. I could feel his care and love for me as he caressed my face, kissing all over it to make the tears disappear. "No need for tears, baby. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere ever again."

"I know. I just don't want to lose you. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too Pokie." He made love to me like it was the first and last time we would ever be together. I knew that wasn't true. He cared for me and was too sweet to entertain the idea. His body rolled against mine, and I clung to him, wanting to feel him deeper in me. The hand gripping my thigh jerked it up and pulled it over his hip, driving in at a new angle and hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. "Feel good?" He chuckled, watching the pleasure on my face.

"It feels amazing." I gasped, trying to force my hips against his, but he held them down so I couldn't lift them off the cushion of the couch. This man was going to ruin me if he didn't make me come again soon. "Vin, please. It's too much," I whined.

"I told you I was going to make you come on my cock before the food got here. If you don't, you'll have to wait until we finish eating." He smirked, slowing his movements to a torturous pace until he was almost all of the way out of me. He barely moved his hips at all, teasing my entrance with just the tip of his cock and driving me insane. I shook my head and tried to force him forward with my legs, but he had the upper hand while hovering over me, refusing to give in to my demands.

"No! No, please. Please, Vinny. Don't leave me like this." I pleaded. I was so fucking close, but if he kept at this speed, I was never going to reach the desired orgasm in time.

"Will you be a good girl and come for me?" He asked in a low, sultry tone. "Yes, yes. I promise. I'll be so good." His hips snapped against mine once more, and I let out a cry of relief as his movements were rougher and faster, driving me closer and closer.

"Vin-"

"That's it, babe. Come for me. I'm so close behind you." He gave a couple more thrusts into me and sent us both crashing into our climaxes. "Shit, Pokie. So fucking tight for me." He huffed, stalling and twitching as the warmth of his release coated my walls as I clenched around him. The stress of being separated melted away as if it had never happened. His body collapsed onto mine, and we lay there in a pile of limbs for a bit as we caught our breaths and relished in the feeling of skin contact. Little kisses were peppered sweetly along my neck by him, soothing some of the still stinging bruises he had left.

"That was amazing." I laughed, carding my hair through his hair. "But weren't we supposed to talk about everything, not fuck?"

"It's not my fault you look like a whole ass meal in that outfit."

"We have food on the way." I teased.

"I'm a persistently hungry boy." He joked back mater-o-factly. I giggled and rolled my eyes, shoving at his chest to get him off of me. He chuckled as he sat up and reached for his jeans to pull them on.

"Your hair is a mess," I murmured, sitting up and brushing the flyaway strands of his red hair down until there was a knock at the door.

"That must be the food."

"I'll get it." He went to the door and opened it up to take the Chinese from the driver, thanking him with a generous tip before returning to me. "We should probably talk now. Shouldn't we?" He asked, setting the food on the coffee table and pulling it out of the bag.

"We should. Will you try to jump me again?" I playfully scolded him as I took the styrofoam box holding my lo mein.

"We'll see. It would get me out of trouble." pulling out his own meal as he sat next to me on the couch.

"Not a chance, dork." I laughed, leaning over to kiss him before snuggling into him and turning the show back on.

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Various, online chatter; that’s enough internet for today

For the prompt: How hot is Jared? Twitter's best explainers

Forgive me any formatting sins -- I aimed for clarity over authenticity, but who knows if tumblr will oblige on that front.

“How’s the internet doing?” Dave asks.

“Well,” Andreas says. “It’s — technically good news, but in a way you probably don’t want to hear the details of?”

“That sounds ominous,” Dave says.

“Do you know what shipping means?” Andreas asks. “Not the—“

“You know, you’re right,” Dave says, literally backing into his office. “I don’t want to know.”

“I didn’t think so,” Andreas says, saluting Dave with his coffee, then goes to check out what’s happening on twitter. He thinks he’s had more than enough of AO3 for the foreseeable future.

~

On Twitter:

I’ve decided to block everyone who says something shitty about Bryce Marcus or Jared Matheson in the next while and I think my hockey twitter experience is going to greatly improve as a result

This is absolute genius I’m doing it

WAIT JARED MATHESON IS CANUCKS DILF’S SON?

HOLY SHIT JARED MATHESON IS CANUCKS DILF’S SON

OH MY GOD THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.

Damn now we know he’s going to stay beautiful.

So does Bryce clearly. Lock that upppp.

HOW COME THERE ISN’T A WHOLE JARED MATHESON FANDOM.

Nevermind fam just found out there is in fact a fandom and they are losing their dang MINDS right now.

~

A selection of tweets liked by Bryce Marcus’ lurking account:

Look if I landed Jared Matheson I too would tattoo his signature on my chest.

I would tattoo his PICTURE.

How is it that Bryce Marcus is a multi-millionaire who routinely is in the top twenty in scoring and clearly takes care of his appearance and dresses better than 95% of hockey players, and yet I’m still like ‘nice work landing that husband, bro’.

You know that if Marcus and Matheson could reproduce they would have the most beautiful children 

Sweet mitts too

Every single picture or video I’ve managed to find of Bryce Marcus and Jared Matheson in the same place Jared is like 😐 and Bryce is like 😍  how did we just figure this out now

I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST REALLY HAPPY TO BE IN VANCOUVER 😭

~

“Babe,” Jared says. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Bryce says. “I’m not doing anything. Go back to sleep.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” Jared groans, slinging an arm over Bryce’s hip as he buries his face in Bryce’s good shoulder. Bryce’s hand comes up to absently pet his hair, and Jared falls back asleep that way, Bryce’s fingers carding through his hair as he scrolls through god knows what with his other hand.

~

On AO3:

Tags: Bryce Marcus Matheson/Jared Marcus Matheson/Julius Halla, I was really tempted to put Julius Halla Matheson but I think that’s enough chaos for right now, this is how I’m coping as a Hallason shipper, with OT3s, and threesomes, au just in that erin matheson doesn’t exist, sry erin it’s not personal

Tags: Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson, no plot just vibes, soft shit, I literally just got here but, Bryce Marcus is a bottom you cowards,

Archive Warnings: Underage

Tags: Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson, Rafael Sanchez, Just like the regular level of underage jared was when he met bryce nothing sketchy, or sketchier than reality lol, meet cute, my hc of how they met,

~

“If this is about Jared I’m hanging up on you,” Stephen says as he picks up his phone.

“You knew, didn’t you!” Beth says.

Stephen hangs up the phone, and puts it back on the table, face down.

It, of course, immediately vibrates. Gabe looks at it, then at Stephen.

“Don’t give me that look,” Stephen says.

Gabe continues to blink mildly as it goes to voicemail, then starts to vibrate again.

“You talk to her then,” Stephen says.

“Hi Beth,” Gabe says. “How are you? Yes, I did know who my linemate was married to. No, I didn’t think to tell you. Well, because I’m not sure how it’s relevant to you, Elisabeth.”

Stephen smirks at Gabe as his face grows continually wearier. His fault for not just hanging up — it may be mercenary, but it means Stephen doesn’t have to listen to whatever Beth’s telling Gabe.

“Let me give you Stephen,” Gabe says.

Sometimes Stephen forgets that Gabe has spent a little too much time around him for his own good.

‘Fuck you’, Stephen mouths, but Gabe just smiles and continues to hold his phone out.

~

On tumblr:

The Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson tag has doubled in the last 36 hours. You guys okay?

Can’t sleep gotta write fic.

I think I speak for all of us when I say, from the bottom of my heart: no.

But like in a good way!

Where my Julius/Jared shippers at? How y’all doing?

Well we found out Jared Matheson is actually gay and married to a man literally from the lips of Julius Halla…in the context of telling us he’s married to a completely different dude and also now I’m legitimately worried about their friendship since he just outed his bestie so idk you tell me.

This.

Do we change it to ‘Jared Marcus Matheson/Bryce Marcus Matheson’ or Jared Matheson/Bryce Marcus’ or is it chaos or —

The AO3 tag wranglers have been by and they’ll all redirect to ‘Jared Matheson’ and ‘Bryce Marcus’ so don’t worry.

But why isn’t it redirecting to ‘Marcus Matheson’?

Show us the papers and we’ll do it. Legal name change documentation please.

You have all been shoving these definition of Average Dude hockey players in my face all ‘look at this beautiful man’ and none of you showed me Jared Matheson, Actually Beautiful Man? What is the MATTER with you people.

You have been in the wrong corner of hockey fandom trust me. his beauty was Known

east coast bias even in hockey rpf smh

Want some fic recs?      OBVIOUSLY.

Hey remember a few years back when we all made fun of Bryce Marcus for not knowing his own initials judging by that JBM necklace? Wikipedia says Jared’s middle name is Bradley

JARED’S MIDDLE NAME IS BRADLEY!!!!!!!

I would like to submit a formal apology to Bryce Marcus who a) can spell b) is the most romantic man alive and c) has clearly been TRYING to get caught this whole time.

[katebishopshands]

KILLSHOT

A Kate Bishop/reader fic

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“If I wanna stay alive, you should never cross my mind”

Kate Bishop is the perfect girl. She’s smart, funny considerate, talented….hot. She’s everything you could want in a girlfriend.

When you get curious about the Avengers latest recruit, a quick google search shows you something you never could’ve imagined. Kate Bishop is a playboy.

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You had heard about Kate Bishops reputation. The girls, the fan club that followed her around to all of her archery practices and competitions, all of it. But somehow she still had charmed you. Locked in an aggressive flirtationship for at least a month now, tensions were rising, and one of you had to buck up sooner or later to make a move.

From the moment Clint had brought her into the team, “the heir to the Hawkeye title” the media called her, you were infatuated. And what’s a girl to do when she’s infatuated? Research. Hours and hours of scrolling through articles about New York’s youngest security company heiress. She’s a skirt chaser some articles say. Her party life is out of control others say. It was boring, just media hearsay for the most part.With any superhero you’re going to get drama and rumors especially when you’ve been in the media since you were a child like Kate had. You didn’t think anything of it, that is until you found something that ACTUALLY piqued your interest . Kate bishop, Halloween night. It was a Twitter link. Clicking on it you were greeted with an image. And boy what an image it was. Kate bishop, plastered out of her mind in what you thought was maybe a firefighter costume. She was locking lips with a blonde girl, equally as drunk, who was dressed as a Victoria’s Secret Angel. That alone was a sight for sore eyes, until your eyes drifted farther down. Kate had the girl pushed up a wall, one hand holding a solo cup full of god knows what. Her knee was pressed up in between the other girls legs. Kates unoccupied hand cupped the other girls breast. Lipstick covered both girls faces , evident that they had been at this for a while and someone had just snapped a picture.

Flushed and embarrassed at what You had just seen and how it made you feel, you closed the tab and put your phone facedown on your bed. What the hell did I just see. That image had sealed the deal, you knew everything that you had read was true. The rumors, the girls, the picture.

Kate Bishop was playboy, and you had fallen right into her trap.

Now standing across from Kate, loose strands falling from her ponytail, sweat rolling down her toned stomach, your mind went back to to that picture you had seen weeks ago. It felt like all the moisture had been sucked from your mouth. You couldn’t make a move. The rumors swirled around your head.

Is she just trying to get in my pants?

“You good?”

Kate waved her hand in front of your face.The training room you were in seemed smaller than normal and your stomach churned.

God I’m just a game to her

“Hey, I didn’t hit you too hard did I? Clint says I need to take it easy because ‘not everyone has been doing karate since they were 9-“

“I know about your reputation”

Before you could even think about what you were say, the words were out of your mouth,cutting Kate off mid thought. She laughed a little and looked at you, brows furrowing.

“What?”

You played with your fingers. No time to back down, you’ve gotta be a big girl now.

“The girls and the parties……and the fan club…What’s up with that?”

If this flirtaionship was worth turning into a relationship, you needed to know if she was actually interested in you or if you were just the latest girl to add to her roster.

Kate nods a little and takes a step back from you, chewing her cheek a little.

“Oh…” she trailed off,

“You heard about that”

“Of course I heard about it, it’s all over the internet when you look up your name”

“….so you looked me up?”

She looks at you again and smiles, thinking this is a joke.

“Kate, I’m serious” you plead with her, to please be serious for once in her life. To her you may be a game that she gets to win, but these were your feelings and your heart.

Kate bites her lip and puts her hands up defensively, shaking her head a bit.

“I just like to have a little bit of fun every now and then, that’s all”

Your heart dropped. If it could’ve fallen out of your ass, it would’ve. Is stringing me along what she calls “a little bit of fun”

“So am I just, a little bit of fun?”

Blue eyes widen and she takes a step forward, hurt at your words.

“What? Of course not? Why would you think that?”

The more you stood there the more upset you got. You had spent a month texting this girl non stop, spending every spare moment you could with her.

“The fact that there’s pictures of girls making out with you online, and a fan club dedicated to you, and articles talking about your party life.”

You had originally been paired with her because you two were the only people that were your age in the Avengers. It was easiest to train that way. She was the closest thing you had to a best friend and had become something like a partner to you.

“What number am I? Do you have a list where you write down all the girls you get with?”

You spat . Your sadness turned to anger quickly. Anger at yourself for being so stupid to think she actually was into you, and anger at her for thinking you were that easy. A couple of coffee dates and compliments would NOT get her into your pants.

“Are you serious? You really think I’m going to use you like that?”

Kate was closer to you now. Being able to see the freckles that decorated her face more clearly now. Thick brows furrowed and her full lips parted.

She was right, she had been nothing but kind to you. Using you didn’t feel like it would be in her character. She did make you feel special. But that’s probably how she’s gotten all the other girls. Your mind flashed back to the blonde that was sat all pretty on her thigh in the picture from the Halloween party. You were mad again.

“Kate, I really like you. More than I’ve ever liked anyone before. But I am not just a game for you to win”

She stood there staring at you, and you couldn’t meet her eyes or else you’d start crying.

“These are my feelings and I’m going to protect them. I may just be another girl in your roster, but you’re not that to me. And I care way too much”

Kate scoffs at your words. Clenching and unclenching her jaw.

“You have got to be kidding me. You’re going to listen to what other people say about me? How interviews make me seem?”

“I get that you’re a spoiled rich girl, and you get everything you want. But you don’t get me.”

Another step was taken towards you, and you didn’t back up. She wasn’t going to win this.

“I’m sure losing me wouldn’t be that big of a deal, just move onto the next one.”

“Will you just listen to me? I-“

Kates eyes flick down to your lips for a moment. Un-fucking-believable . She really was just trying to get in your pants.

“You can’t fuck your way out of this one, Kate Bishop.”

Eyes locked onto each other, this could be dangerous. In that moment the air in the training room was still. Kate stood in front of you, another step and your noses would be touching. Something in Kate’s eyes changed. Her pupils dilate,black eclipsing over blue. Almost like an animal looking at their next meal. She looked like she was going to eat you alive.

“Are you going to say anything?”

Her lack of response to your comeback was making you squirm, but you couldn’t tear your eyes from hers.

She smiles to herself.

“Or maybe I can”

“Excuse me?” You said, stepping backwards.

Her lips were on yours in an instant. You couldn’t help but let out a moan in response. Arguing with her was more hot than it should’ve been. Your hands flailed for a minute, reaching for anything you could. Eventually one anchored itself in her hair and the other clutching her shoulder. She smiled against your lips before pulling away.

“Do you know why?”

“Huh?”

You couldn’t breathe. Did that really just happen?

Kates breath fanned across your face as she played with your hair, eyes scanning your face.

“Why I got with all those girls?”

She finishes her question. Her hands traveled down your body, down to your hips where she punctuated her words with a subtle squeeze. Did you really want to know? Despite being scared of the answer, you meekly shook your head no.

“Because..” she trails off, slowly backing you into the mirrored wall that you had been standing in front of the whole time.

Your back hit the wall, you had nowhere to go. Kate Bishop had you where she wanted.

“Because I hadn’t met you yet.”

Her lips barely graze yours as she say that. You want her so desperately to close the gap again, but you don’t move, knowing she has the power in this moment.

You blinked a few times, this a confession.

Your eyes flutter shut as you take her in. The smell of her shampoo, the feeling of her stray hairs tickling your cheek.

“how about once we’re done here you can give an interview of your own about your experience, hm?”

Kate cocked her head to the side, finger lightly tracing the side of your face, making its way to your jaw. Your thighs squeezed together in an attempt to ease the ache that was very quickly building. You looked at her through half lidded eyes Kate. Kate. Kate. Kate

frantically nodding your head yes, you grasped at her shoulders. An ill attempt at getting closer to her.

Calloused fingers from years of stringing bows flew to your face as Kate’s lips met yours once again. Her whole body jolts forward, pushing your body against the mirror even more. Your hands finding their way into her ponytail again, grabbing on like your life depended on it.

Kates hands traced down your face as she continued kissing you, moving down your neck to your breasts. A needy noise escaped your throat and you pulled your head back from Kate in response. Her eyes met yours and she shifted her mouth downward, sucking and biting dark marks onto your neck. One hand groping at your tit, as the other explored its way down to the waistband of your leggings.

You arched your back , shoving your tit more into Kate’s calloused hand.

“Easy girl, I’m going to take my time”

Kate whispers into your ear. It’s a warning. She shoves her knee in between your legs, and you’re sure she can feel the heat that’s radiating down there. Another needy noise is ripped from your throat as she does this, and you come to the realization that you’re in the same position as the blonde from the Halloween party.

“Kate..”

You look down at her, hands having moved back down to her shoulders. You need her to move, the ache in your cunt becoming overpowering. She giggles. She fucking giggles. Kate Bishop giggles at you.

“What?” She bats her eyes and gives an experimental bounce of her thigh. Pleasure shoots up your body and you throw your head back against the wall. Biting your lip to not let another whine out.

“Kate please..”

You whined, grinding yourself down on her toned thigh. Surrendering all self control and respect. She pats your thigh,

“There you go, I knew you’d figure it out”

She presses another kiss to your lips. You eagerly accept her, moaning into her mouth as You continued to grind down onto her. It was helping, but you needed more.

Kate’s fingers danced around the hem of your tank top, almost like she was scared to touch it.

“For fucks sake”

You stopped your motions for a moment as you pulled your tank off, it clinging to you a bit from training earlier. Kates hands were all over you. Your tits, your ass, in your hair, she was everywhere.

“I-“

You started, but we’re cut off by Kate jolting her knee upwards, the motion colliding with your clit. Doubling over you rested your head on her shoulder, panting.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that”

You groaned

“Kate I-“

Another purposefully timed jolt and a moan clawed its way out of your mouth.

“One more time?”

She was smiling. You were sure of it. She stroked your hair and gently grabbed it, forcing you to look at her.

“Pretty please?”

She smiled at you. A genuine, million dollar, Kate Bishop smile.

“I need more”

You sounded desperate. Like if you didn’t get more you’d die.

“Whatever you say, Princess.”

She kissed your cheek gently as she finally let her fingers slip under the waistline of your leggings.

You needed her fingers inside of you, now.

“Holy shit”

Kate Bishop is about to fuck me senseless in a training room , and I’m going to let her.

Her fingers traced up and down your folds.

“All for me?”

She met your eyes, and you tried to avoid them. The noises that were coming from were her hand was were embarrassing

“You were all confrontation five minutes ago, and now you’re all embarrassed? Cute.”

Kate kissed you again as she gently stroked your clit

Kissing her back deeply you tugged at her sports bra, wanting to see more of her.

“Off”

“Excuse me?”

Kate smiled at you and aggressively thrust her fingers inside of you. Your breath caught in your throat at the intrusion and you saw stars. A moan fell from your lips and Kate gave a laugh.

“What did you want from me again? Did you want this?”

Kate took a step back as she removed her fingers from you. You whined at the loss of her, having only just gotten used to it. She brought her fingers that were previously shoved into your cunt to her mouth, holding your stare the whole time . The sight alone was enough to cum. But she continued to indulge your fantasy.

Her hands went to the bottom of her sports bra and she pulled up, letting her tits spill out. Your mouth watered at the sight. She discarded the bra somewhere else in the training room.

“Your turn”

You didn’t need to be told twice. That animalistic look was back as she watched you reach for your bra. The air of the room hit your bare breasts and your nipples hardened at the cold air. With a final tug you finally had gotten your bra over your head and you threw it half hazardly away from you, ready to have Kate’s body heat up against you again.

The archers eyes widened as she made eye contact with the jewelry that went through your nipples.

“I uh..it was a dare”

You suddenly felt sheepish, was this a turn off? Does she hate me now.

Kate said nothing as she slowly walked back towards you, chest heaving. She put her hands back on your hips, pulling your hips flush together. She presses her lips close to your ear.

“The only thing you are going to be able to say for the rest of the night….is my name”

Before you could react to her words, her mouth attached to your neck. Kissing and biting her way down to one of your breasts, where her lips wrapped around your nipple. Her teeth closed around the gold hoop you had in. She held her mouth there as a smile spread across her face. Through her lashes she met your eyes.

A sharp tug on your breast sent white hot pleasure through your body and you sent your hand up to your mouth in an attempt to save your dignity. Kate released your jewelry as her other hand pinched your neglected bud.

“No one’s here Yknow…and what did I say about my name? Do you need a reminder?”

“Kate!”

You arched your back, sending your tit directly back into the brunettes mouth. Her name continued to fall from your mouth as she swapped nipples, giving the other the same treatment.

Your hands went into her hair, needing something to hold onto. Sweat dripping between your shoulders as Kate continued to tease your chest. You squeezed your legs together, your cunt feeling neglected. Kate took notice.

She released your tit and continued kissing down your stomach until she reached your leggings again.

“Can I?”

Her eyes searched yours for consent before she pulled them down.

“Kate please”

You panted, wanting nothing more than to cum.

“God you’re pretty”

She pressed a chaste kiss above your bellybutton before she swiftly yanked your leggings and underwear down. They pooled around your ankles as Kate admired you fully bare.

“So pretty..” , she mumbled before she gave an experimental lick.

“Shit”

Your world was spinning as Kate continued to lap at you. Your fingers wrapping around the base of her ponytail, you gave a harsh tug as she rolled her tongue over your clit.

Kate moans loudly into you, the vibrations resonating deep inside of you. You can feel the coil in your gut start to tighten. Seeking more friction, you pull her ponytail again. Grinding your cunt against her face desperately.

“Shit…..fuck, Kate..”

you threw your head back against the mirror, continuing to fuck Kates face.

Her name fell from your mouth like lyrics from a song.

“Good girl..good girl. So good to me”

You whined at Kate. She gave another loud moan. Your words seemed to spur her on as she grabbed your leg, slinging it over her shoulder. The new angle allowed her to insert her fingers into you while she continued to toy with your clit with her tongue.

She gave a few shallow pumps of her fingers before scissoring them in and out.

The coil was still tightening, and at an alarming speed.

“Kate, I’m close”

A moan slipped out after you finished your sentence. Kate had curled her fingers, hitting a new part of your insides that she hadn’t yet.

“C’mon pretty girl, i want to see your face. Eyes on me as you finish”

You nodded frantically, needing that release. She took her mouth off of you as she continued pumping her fingers in and out of you. The sounds of wetness and and moans filled the room.

Kate slowly stood up, continuing her motions in your cunt. You needed something, anything to help you finish.

Your mouth found hers. The two of you shared hot, open mouthed kisses. Forehead resting up against hers, you moaned into Kates mouth. Sweat dripped from your forehead . Your coil was going to snap at any minute.

“So close”

You whined. Kate pressed quick kisses onto your face and your chest, picking up her motions at your cunt.

And then, it snapped. With a hard press to your clit, you were gushing around Kates fingers. Her name escapes from your mouth as you lock eyes.

Her pupils are blown wide with lust as she crashes her mouth against yours again, fingers still inside. She continues pumping her fingers through your orgasm, almost to the point of overstimulation.

You whine as she pulls her fingers from your spasming cunt. You clench around nothing, already missing her fingers. Keeping eye contact with you, she once again cleans her fingers off with her mouth. The two of you catch your breath for a moment, standing there in silence. Sweat drips down between your breasts. The training room smells of sweat and sex and you wouldn’t want it any other way .

Kate pushes a hair off of your sticky forehead and cups your chin, smiling. Her fingers toy with your lips as she searches your face

“How about we do that interview back at my place?”

[garciaasfluffypen]

i kissed a girl (and i liked it)

pairing: jennifer jareau x emily prentiss word count: 1.6k warnings: none, pure fluff a/n: another work lost to the google docs! an AU in which emily is a singer and jj is her number one stan

jj had been absolutely enamored by the voice of emily prentiss since she was a teen. she felt like she practically grew up with her, going to every one of her concerts and forcing rosaline to pay her gas money for when she started playing slightly bigger venues in pittsburgh. so it came as a big surprise when her mother bought her meet and greet tickets for the lovestruck teen to meet the one and only emily prentiss as her 18th birthday gift. jj cried for a good hour when she held the tickets in her hand, her dreams finally coming true. 

the day finally came around and she dressed as cute as she could. pulling on her favorite cardigan and some overalls along with her white nikes, she made her way downstairs to find her sister all ready to drive her. they made the short drive into pittsburgh, pulling up to the venue and practically jumping out of the car before rosaline could say goodbye. she found her way inside the main lobby and made sure that she stopped by the merch stand before the line got too long. she always liked getting to venues early so she could get emily’s merch, as well as try to spy on the sound check. it seemed today’s soundcheck had ended, so she sat outside of the doors to the actual stage while scrolling through her phone. she decided to tweet a cute little picture from her stan account while she was waiting, knowing that there was no possible way for emily to see it while she was preparing to perform. after attaching the picture of her waiting at the venue, she scrolled through her timeline for a little bit, updated her mother on everything that had happened so far and even made sure to order her school textbooks before a notification popped up on the top of her screen. 

emily prentiss liked your tweet!

jj had to hide her obvious excitement as she clicked on the notification, barely believing her own two eyes as she read what was on the screen. she hadn’t expected emily to be on twitter before her show, since she would usually- from what jj remembered- take this time to warm up and cuddle with her cat, sergio, who always came on tour with her. before she had time to comprehend everything that was happening, the doors to the stage opened and she stood up, making her way inside to find her seat. she was in the center of the first row, and looked like she was going to be right in front of emily. the concert went by too fast for her liking, but it only meant that she finally got to meet emily. the girl she had been pinning over for five years who had no clue she existed. that was, until now.  

she ended up being last in line, since she was in the front of the venue but honestly she didn’t mind, she was hoping that emily would use this to their advantage, considering she didn’t have a show or anything tomorrow and supposedly was staying in pittsburgh for a couple of days. she was practically shaking with excitement as she got closer, her beauty becoming more and more obvious the closer she got. finally, it was her turn and she had to do her best to mask her obvious excitement about meeting her girl crush. 

“oh my god, you’re emily’s necklace on twitter!” emily exclaimed. “derek sends me your tweets all the time.” 

“i- you know who i am?” 

emily laughed. “of course i do, how could i forget such a pretty face like yours? now come ‘ere, i wanna give you a hug!” 

emily held out her arms and jj walked into them, smiling widely as the scent of sandalwood and cigarettes filled her nose. the brunette held her close, wrapping her arms around her body in a way she didn’t hug her other fans. 

“i can’t believe i’m actually meeting you.” jj managed to get out. “i’ve been following you since you started posting on youtube. i think i’ve been to ten out of your twelve concerts.” 

“i know,” emily chuckled. “i’ve seen you at every single one.” 

jj’s jaw dropped. “no you haven’t. there’s no way.” 

“i do. i look for you at every concert. your smile brightens my night every time i see it.” she bit her lip. “and i may or may not stalk your twitter.” 

“i- oh dear god.” jj felt her cheeks flushing red, her hands going to cover her face in pure embarrassment. “i’m so embarrassed.’ 

“don’t be! your tweets are absolutely hilarious.” emily smiled at her. “in fact, they’re so hilarious i’d like to invite you back to my rv to maybe get to know you more? if that’s okay, of course.” 

“i-” jj’s jaw dropped. “i- i have no words i- i mean yes i- yes.”

emily chuckled again and held out her hand, waiting for jj to take it before the two of them went to the back of the venue, meeting up with her security before they went outside. they climbed into the rv and jj had to stop her jaw from dropping for the third time in the past twenty minutes. the inside of the bus was exactly as she imagined it, with all of emily’s stuff thrown around along with some cat toys for sergio, who was probably hiding somewhere. as if on cue, she felt something furry wrap around her leg and she looked down, smiling as she saw sergio purring as he rubbed against her leg. 

“wow, you’re special- he doesn’t do that to just anyone.” emily smiled. “anyway, welcome to the humble abode.”

“it’s beautiful.” like you, she wanted to add. but she didn’t. “as is sergio.” 

“serg, come ‘ere.” emily picked him up, smiling as he tried to get out of her arms and go to jj.  “he’s usually a little minx but he seems to be doing good tonight.” 

jj smiled as she held out her hand, letting him sniff it. “he’s so calm.”

“he usually runs around and knocks at least three different books off the shelves while i’m performing. let me grab a change of clothes real quick, make yourself at home!”

emily pulled the curtain shut and seconds later sergio ran back out, finding his way right over to jj again as she looked around the bus. pictures of emily performing were plastered all around the place, with other pictures of her and her best friend derek and a couple of her and sergio spread around as well. some hoodies of hers were thrown on the couch, and jj moved them to the side before she sat down, chuckling lightly to herself as sergio made himself comfortable on her lap. she pet him lightly as emily walked back out, a large oversized hoodie hanging over her small frame, a pair of leggings underneath as well. she smiled at jj, sitting down on the couch with her. 

“do you want like water or anything?” 

“oh, i’m fine, thank you though.” jj smiled politely. “you inviting me to hang out is more than enough.”

emily couldn’t help but chuckle. “don’t worry about it. i’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, but this was the first time i mustered up the courage.” 

“really?”

“yeah. i’ve kinda been hoping you’d like me back since concert number three.” a small smile formed on emily’s lips. “i’ve been meaning to cover a song that reminds me of you, but…”

“but what?” jj raised her eyebrow. 

“i didn’t know if you’d get it was about you.” 

“emily, are you saying what i think you’re saying?” jj moved closer, resting her arm on the back of her couch so she could get a better look at emily. “because if you are, i’m thinking the same thing.” 

they looked into each others eyes before emily closed the gap, the taste of cigarettes overtaking jj’s senses as their lips melded together, arms wrapping around the other as they kissed. emily found herself on jj’s lap, smiling as they both broke away for air. 

“you know, if you want to show me that song you could.” 

emily smirked. “even better, i could just play it for you.” 

emily grabbed the keyboard sitting between the couch and the kitchen table, adjusting herself so she was now sitting next to jj, thighs touching. the opening chords played and jj found herself resting her head on emily’s shoulder, smiling to herself as the notes to i kissed a girl by katy perry started flowing through the air. she watched emily’s fingers fly across the keyboard, fingers gently pushing down on each and every key. emily turned to face jj for the next part of the lyrics, smiling widely as she sang.

“boyfriend?” jj cut emily off, her eyes widening. 

“i don’t have a boyfriend, love. i’m gay.” emily smiled. “and i’m gay for you, if you didn’t realize.” 

jj smiled. “i was about to say…” she grabbed emily’s hand, linking it with hers. “i really hope you were gay for me, becuase i am so very gay for you, emily prentiss.” 

“can i kiss you again?”

“always.”

[ctrl-alt-vibeshift]

i will die for my country twitter

i've traveled through many different social media lands in my time on the internet, and my netizenship has lasted almost as long as my citizenship offline. i got an instagram account behind my parent's back in the early days before it was purchased by facebook, i lived through the rise and fall of vine in middle school, and witnessed tiktok subsume musical.ly in high school. none of these changes in power, re-drawing of borders, annexations, or flag design overhauls have hit me as hard as the recent twitter coup.

as someone who often touts that i was raised on stan twitter, i haven't been dealing with the rebranding of twitter very well. i've been stuck in the first stage of grief (denial) ever since he-who-musk-not-be-named first announced that xtraordinarly terrible new name and logo. twitter was where i found my place online, where i could meet and become online friends with people just as parasocially attached to my latest obsession as i was. i first joined for the norwegian teen drama SKAM, which i actually found out about here on tumblr. once the series wrapped i gradually shifted to devoting my page to troye sivan and connor franta, before a complete descent into the gloriously hellish world of k-pop stan twitter.

regardless of whose face my profile picture was, i always had twitter to turn to when my socializing needs couldn't be met in my little suburban town where i was always one of the few resident stans of [insert past obsession here]. it largely influenced how i interact with people to this day, both on and offline, as well as my sense of humor, my politics, my music taste, my way of speaking, my aesthetic sensibilities, my viewing habits, my identity, etc. while i've informally revoked my stantwittership since late 2020, i still actively use a "personal" account to tweet about whatever i feel like, although i often fall back into reacting to and commenting on the k-pop and other culture happenings i do still keep up with, and if you scroll through my profile quickly my account could be mistaken for a stan one.

twitter is where i've met many oomfs over the years, some I still keep in touch with solely online, others have transitioned into oomirls. it's been somewhat of a home to me, at least to the digital persona that embodied everything i couldn't in my real one. it still had that feeling after that musky fellow initially took over, although some of my more impassioned countrymen immediately cut all ties with the platform, becoming refugees harbored by other social networks and encouraging others to jump ship with them in foreboding final tweets. nevertheless i've persisted, disappointed but not surprised at the monetization of twitter blue and verification checkmarks, unaffected by the changes in moderation and community guidelines. it wasn't until july 2023, when the rebrand was first announced, that my faith in my homeland began to waver.

i've refused to update to that dreary new version of the site, with its grim and cheaply assembled app icon. i will hold onto my little blue bird as long as i can, even if it means being shot out of the sky with it. i've turned off auto updates and have hastily canceled the download on the few occasions where i've accidentally tapped "update" on it while installing others. fortunately, the app still functions for me without issue, although subtle changes have implemented themselves regardless, like my notifications tab now reading "[user] liked your post" instead of "tweet." recently, i've been unable to look at quote tweets on tweets, but can still view individual ones in my feed. i'll continue living like this until the app is rendered functionless without updating, a day i pray never comes.

i wince in pain every time i see "X" written in place of twitter now, although i'm slightly relieved that it is typically followed by "formerly known as twitter" in parentheses. i can't imagine calling stan twitter "stan X," such a moniker sounds like telling someone to literally stan an artist or piece of media called "X," like exclaiming "stan LOONA!!" saying "i'm an X user" or "are you on X?" sounds like banter about the latest designer drug (or perhaps a colloquial shortening of ecstasy?) but let me stop myself before i write another essay solely about the preposterousness of using the 24th letter of the alphabet as your brand name.

i don't know what the future holds for twitter, and with each passing day i hold my breath when i tap my blue app icon with white bird graphic, a quickly disappearing relic of tweets past. i now feel like i'm the member of a stateless nation, joining the likes of the kurds and their longing for a kurdistan. while my flag no longer flies, i remain a reluctant patriot, holding fast on stolen land. you'll have to force me off my lot before i rise for the pledge of xllegiance.

[generalsnivy]

Chespin is a brave boy, but not a brave enough boy to get a needle on his own. Thankfully, coincidentally, his trainer also had to get a needle. A few needles, in fact. They had to get their blood drawn in order for their doctor to monitor their medication and make sure that the medication is working as intended to manage their mental health. Since their Chespin is still young, he's scared of needles, which is understandable for a boy (Or, a Pokemon in this case) his age. So, Chespin's trainer came up with an idea to help them get through that ordeal; being honest, and explaining everything in a calm manner and, in a way that Chespin will understand. They then explained "It's like getting a little pinch. It'll hurt, sure, but only for about a second, and it'll be over before you know it." Another thing they did was distract Chespin by talking to them, making sure that they give direct eye contact, which was crucial as if he saw the needle, he'd be screaming, crying, and running out of the room. Or worse, he might attack the doctors with something like Vine Whip, Razor Leaves, or Bite. While Chespin was distracted, the doctors drew his blood and then administered the necessary medications into his system in order to prevent certain diseases that could make Chespins very sick or worse. Once both Chespin and his trainer were finished getting their blood drawn and receiving medicine, his trainer rewarded Chespin's good behavior and praised him for his bravery. (It's still a work in progress, but a win's a win.) Chespin seems quite proud of himself now, don't you think?

I wanted to try drawing something a little more dynamic with this one. It may not have turned out the way I wanted, but it still turned out really well, in my opinion. Perspectives are still hard to nail, especially when attempting to convey distance and depth on a 2D plain. It also was a challenge to bend Chespin's body and limbs in a natural way to give it a dynamic flair if you can catch my drift. (If you don't get it, I was trying to make it look like he was walking forward as naturally as possible.)

While looking at many pictures of Chespin to use as references, I was scrolling through my timeline on Twitter and found one that really helped as it gave me a better idea of how I could go about giving Chespin's arms natural 3D-like movement. Here's the tweet in question.

[ballplayersxo]

I know this is kind of late, but I’ve been seeing people ask where to find tea on Kobe and Vanessa Bryant and there’s a really big pinned thread in the Conspiracy Theory Alley on LSA. You need an account to access that section of LSA and I haven’t been on the site in a while so I am not sure whether it’s still pinned. And before anyone comes at me about the fact that it’s located in the conspiracy theory alley, yes, the thread was originally created because people wanted to discuss conspiracies about his death, but a couple of pages in, it transitions into a tea/gossip thread. The only reason why I know about the conspiracy thread is because I wanted tea on them too and I originally went to the thread that used to be pinned in Celebrity News section of the site, but that thread was just filled with weirdo stans who did nothing but bitch about how the “other thread” (aka, the conspiracy theory thread) basically didn’t do a 180 and fall in line with the history revisionism that had been going on since the crash. If the thread is no longer pinned and you can’t find it by scrolling through the Conspiracy Alley, you should be able to find it just by typing it in the google search engine. If not, the mods got rid of the thread.

The thread has SO much tea from past and present. Some of the fonts on there were on OG LSA, when it use to have REAL tea about athletes and wags, since that was the original intention behind the website to begin with. They have screenshots of old tea and links to articles and videos. Someone posted screenshots of when VB was on LSA (with “Vanessa Bryant” as a username and all) and she used to talk mad crap about Ayesha, Savannah, and a bunch of other wags. Now, you could say that the font could be any random person, but that woman used to be wild as hell and responded to any and everybody on social media back then. She used to watermark her social media posts and used to make KB watermark everything he reposted from her account, so she was/is not shy about being messy and letting people know that it is HER that is being messy. She was also a self-hater. Someone posted a screenshot tweet from when she had Twitter and she claimed that she was Italian, German, and Irish knowing damn well she was just straight-up full on Mexican. Someone in that thread found a picture of her biological father and there’s no denying it. It’s now cool to be an exotical, especially Hispanic, which is why she now claims Mexican all the way. Someone posted an article from LA Times from a few years back where one of the head managers at a Jimmy Choo shoe store in LA condemned her for her nasty behavior at their store, especially towards his staff. LA Times would never post an article like that about her now because they, along with other media outlets are far up their ass. Someone also posted tea from another site about how construction was going on at the house next door and VB drives right into the construction lot with her Lamborghini and parks there. One of construction employees knocks on her door and asks her to move her car and she was basically really rude and dismissive towards them. She straight up said “no” when asked to move her car. There was a back and forth between them where she would slam the door in their faces after re-opening it and after being told that she would be fined, she just completely stopped opening the door. An assistant eventually came around, called KB who was at practice at the time and he too was apparently dismissive when told about the debacle and just agreed to pay the fine so he could hang up and go about his day. The construction workers ended up going home since they couldn’t work because VB’s parked her Lambo there and refused to move it. I also remember a new font came to the thread who claimed to be a cosmetic nurse at a plastic surgeon’s office in Orange County. She claimed that she hears gossip from other nurses and the doctor that she is awful and how they do not like her at all, but the check always clears. Someone in that thread also came across the USC subreddit, the university the oldest daughter is attending. She is majoring in film and apparently some of her classmates spilled tea that she is never in class but she is always at these Hollywood parties with her mother. They also made note of the fact that KB used to go to USC all the time to give “talks” to the students and athletes so it wasn’t going to be hard for her to get accepted into their film school, which is one of the highest ranking film schools and is not only notorious for being difficult to get into, but it is notorious for being a program filled with nepo-babies. I’m honestly not shocked about her *allegedly* never attending class because not did the classmates of former USC student, Olivia Jade, spill tea that she too was never in class but none of these rich kids actually care about college, they can easily get in based on either legacy, their family’s money, and/or their name and they just use their degrees as an accessory.These are just things off the top of my head. There’s a bunch of other tea in that very long thread that you can CHOOSE (for emphasis) to believe. Sorry for the overdrawn post, I won’t blame anyone for skipping this long read, including you owner. Thank you.

no anon this was a great read, thank you for sharing! but this is all just wow. i can def see a lot of this being true

[solitus-hearts]

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[theliterateape]

Social Media is a Vampire

by Don Hall

I'm shocked awake at 4:37 a.m. by the sound of someone in my apartment yelling about something. What? I live alone. Like ALONE alone. Who the fuck?

Struggling up on the couch (I don't have a bed but a really comfortable couch which is good because it takes up less space in the studio and there's far less temptation to invite a potential sex partner over cuz, uh, couch?) I can see not just a someone but a crowd of someone's all congregated in my place like a loose convention. I pop on a lamp.

A young white guy with a neckbeard rushes over. "Hey, Don! I know you're not going believe this. A guy in Florida was arrested...ARRESTED...for posting on his Facebook that he thought DeSantis was Hitler."

"What? Who are you?"

A young woman with a nose-ring (the bisexual badge) squats down. "Nonbinary rights are human rights! I'm a pansexual nonbinary who uses ze and zo pronouns and you WILL use them or else you support the genocide of the LGBQTA++++ community!"

A middle-aged guy in an ill-fitting suit and knit tie shoved her to the side, grabbed me by the shoulders and screamed "SOCIALISM IS COMING!"

I jumped off the couch and did a quick survey. There were nearly thirty people in my cramped apartment. All of them were engaged in contentious arguments. Ad hominem attacks were tossed out like confetti. A woman with a MAGA hat was yelling at a young black guy about something. An older black woman was yelling at him, too, about something else.

From the bathroom I heard a familiar voice cry out "Where's the plunger? I need the plunger!" and out strode none other than Donald Trump, a bit of toilet paper stuck to his waistband. "No one go in there for at least thirty minutes!" He looked downright proud of his joke despite no one laughing.

"Wait. WAIT! HOLD ON!" I barked. Everyone got quiet and looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Who are you people and what are you doing in my apartment?"

Trump took the center of the room, hands on hips like that cartoon baby with the genius mind and slightly British accent. "You invited us." He held up his smartphone and the screen shone black and blue with the Twitter logo. Everyone else held up their phones and the room wash dazzled by blue birds on screens.

A week past and while some left, others always came by to take their places. I tried to work but the nonstop arguing was maddening. I couldn't concentrate. Slowly, I found it difficult to think about anything but what these people were arguing about. I started arguing back about things that didn’t or shouldn’t matter to me—conspiracy theories about government, celebrity missteps, reductive stereotypes of any and everyone. So much of what these intruders were enraged about was about things and ideas that weren’t even a part of my daily existence and the obsession with them grew.

Two weeks later I found myself in someone else's apartment barking about the dangers of wokeness along with ten or twenty others all yawping about their own niche rage. I had been fully assimilated.

✶

A few years ago, I dumped my social media accounts. Faceborg was making me dislike people I’d never met. Instagram had me taking far too many pictures of myself and spending time comparing my life to the curated lives of people I’d never meet on boats. Twitter was just insane with a vomit of constant rage. I dabbled into TikTok and Snapchat—neither lasted on my iPhone for longer than a day.

The only toe-dip I kept was the Literate Ape Twitter account used to promote articles and books. Except I couldn’t not read the stuff. Scrolling through the nonsense, the arguments, the bullshit. I recently had an epiphany. None of these people on Twitter were people I’d hang out with in the real world let alone have an actual conversation with. Their need to dominate with their certainty about everything from COVID lockdowns to CRT in schools to trans-rights was fodder online but these issues don’t really affect me personally. Why was I paying so much attention to them and how was that payment changing my own behavior?

These were opinions I invited in. Like a vampire, social media doesn’t accidentally show up in your apartment. You invite it in and it sucks away your desire to read books by serious people, watch films of importance, take a walk without being distracted by your phone. Think about it for a moment—you’re out for a walk in the sunshine or rain or whatever the weather and, unless you have a call or text from someone you actually know, you aren’t staring at the screen.

Sure, social media can be curated to only the info and opinions you’d like but that’s like making the distinction that opioids are really good for headaches, too.

✶

Months later, as I stood in some woman’s home, arguing about the existence of man-made climate change with a portly Latino on my left and holding court with a thirteen-year-old kid pretending to be much older on the merits of centrism, I stopped. Yes, this woman had invited me in but I wasn’t a vampire (or at least I didn’t want to be). I stopped. Why was I arguing with these strangers in yet another stranger’s home?

“I’m sorry,” I said to her. “I’m disinviting myself.”

“You mean you’re leaving?”

“I am. You didn’t ask for my opinion. You just invited me in and were suddenly confronted with it. I think for now I’ll limit my opinion to my own platforms that you can choose to read or in person if you and I are actually having a conversation.”

“What about them?” she asked and motioned around the room to the others.

“C’mon. Let’s go get some coffee and talk about something we both are interested in.”

[elvisabutler]

more angst/fluff with austin x priscilla!reader

anon this leaned more on the angst side than the fluff side. sorry about that. i'll make it up to you later. tw: talk of babies, hiding babies, needing therapy, character bleed to the max, pregnancy, mentions of custody battles. think i covered my bases.

so here's the thing. you need therapy. you both do is actually something that comes up as soon as you're back together. austin's cognizant of it and with time doing so much to heal a little of the pain you get it and can acknowledge it too.

you get therapy and you work out your issues. your glaring issues of you being mildly unable ( very unable ) to separate your boyfriend, your probable future husband, the love of your life from his role as elvis. and you being unable to separate yourself from priscilla despite knowing yes intellectually you're seperate people and austin isn't buried six feet under.

you have the therapist's personal number purely because she has never met a couple so in love and earnest about talking things through. the woman makes tea before your appointments and just sips away at it while you two do so much of the work. she is a spectator in this adventure that is your relationship.

you once have a blow out fight though and in her notes all that's written is: i have never seen them fight like this. this is unnerving.

consider that you once sent a text while drunk to austin as you scrolled through twitter or instagram or some news site only to see him and kaia looking so pretty and happy.

i see you found a new priscilla. she's cute when she dresses up as her. and then. i thought i was pregnant when i came home. i wasn't.

he's a few hours ahead of you asleep when you send that text. for once you're in la and he's in new york. he doesn't wake up immediately but his sleeping schedule's been a mess since you left him and he wakes up two hours later only to call you once, twice, three, four times leaving voicemails after the first phone call you don't pick up.

"What the fuck Little Dove? What do you- What do you want me to say- What am I supposed to do with that? What do you want me to do about that? Why didn't-" "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just pick up the phone. We need to talk about this in person, I'm in New York, tell me where your apartment is, Dove." "We talked about this- why didn't you tell me. I would have flown to you in a heartbeat if I had known you thought we might be having a baby."

"It wasn't your business at that point, Butler. I didn't- it wouldn't have have been our baby and I certainly didn't deserve it by then. I only thought because suddenly a month had happened and there was no period nothing. And my boobs and everything felt so different." "You didn't want one with me."

the fight in the therapist's office? stems from that. stems from you telling austin that honestly, even if you had been pregnant you wouldn't have told him. you would have just let the paparazzi take a picture of your bump and he finds out that way.

austin sees red at that idea. that would have been his kid with you and he would have had to fight with you over custody because how dare you try and hide it. try and keep that part of both your lives as only yours.

the fight ends in you saying it wouldn't have been your kid. at least you wouldn't have felt that way. it would have been more priscilla's than yours. austin scoops you up into a full hug as the sobs start to hit you fully.

but consider in another time and another place maybe that's what does happen. you hide and don't tell him until tmz posts a video with you in his sweatpants and in a t-shirt that hides the bump for the most part but when you look close enough you can see it. austin can see it after a date with kaia and it's a mess. because that's his dove, his little dove and that's her baby bird in there. their baby bird. and he's not there, you didn't even give him the chance to be. but he'll change that.

but you know that's the hard parts of everything. the parts you and him don't dwell on.

consider. when quarantine starts and you've chosen cereal on your bed three days in a row austin gets annoyed. he knows you have food you just don't want to cook breakfast.

consider daddies aren't always sexual. you're more used to that than anything else but austin? the man loves to cook for his people. and you two haven’t defined what you are yet but he wants you in his life somehow. which makes you one of his people.

the night before he asks you what your favorite breakfast is. thankfully your answer is all in his pantry and his fridge and wouldn't you know it he can make it. and make it he does. except you're not here to enjoy it and can't come up to him. he knows the protocol and that he's not supposed to leave the apartment but he needs to just drop this off.

so like an idiot he runs down the flights of stairs to get to you only to knock on the door after leaving the food at the door. it is like a wonderful version of ding dong ditch.

you call him as you open up the food with a sort of glee he wants to see on your face every single day. you're touched and you return the favor in kind with dinner the next day. in fact that's how the two of you eat your meals together. with food the other snuck up to each other's apartments. it's romantic and maybe after the third day of this you realize that austin might be the perfect daddy for you.

by the end of the week and his own realizations that have your head spinning you realize that you want him as daddy as your boyfriend as something.

"you really care for me don't you?" "i don't know why anyone wouldn't care about you." "i'm a bit much." "then aren't you lucky i can handle a bit much plenty."

that's when you maybe start to fall a little in love with austin.

no it's that exact moment that you know you just fell definitely a little more in love than you should be just yet.

[shipperofdoomedships]

Lena's accidental thirst tweet

Lena Luthor has a secret. One that she intended to keep to her grave. While she does have a Twitter account which is mostly used to promote new projects at L-Corp, she has a 2nd twitter account under a completely fake name and a heavily doctored photo so no one will know its her.

That account is for posting thirst tweets and generally fangirling over Supergirl with like minded others. She does know Kara is Supergirl which is one of the reasons for the fake account. She would be absolutely mortified of Kara ever found out about Lena's feelings/extreme thirst for her.

One cancelled movie night when Kara had to help Barry in Central City, Lena was a little past tipsy and scrolling through twitter absently. She saw a pic of Supergirl lifting a car to throw at a rampaging alien from a couple of weeks ago and her breath caught in her throat at the site of those Arms™ flexing. Immediately she retweets the picture with an added caption of "the feminine urge to get absolutely railed by Supergirl". Feeling drowsy from the wine she decides to plug in her phone and go to bed for the night.

The next morning after her alarm goes off Lena stretches and slowly starts to wake up. After a shower and cup of coffee fixed she sits down at the counter intending to check emails. When she unlocks her phone she sees over 300 notifications all from twitter. Frowning she clicks on the first one only to discover in horror that over 300 people have either like or retweeted her thirst tweet about Supergirl, but on her personal account.

Panicking she quickly looks for a way to delete the post but cant seem to find it. Panicking even more she quickly posts another tweet saying "someone please tell me how to delete a tweet!". Immediately all she gets is replies of laughing emojis followed by texts fron both Nia and Alex with laughing gifs followed by a text from Nia saying "just wait till Kara sees that 😘😏"

Lena feels like shes about to hyperventilate. Pacing around the kitchen she's just about to text Sam asking how to delete the tweet when she hears boots land on her balcony. Lena's heart drops to her toes and her face pales as Kara rounds the corner strolling into the kitchen with a bright smile and an almost mischievous twinkle in her eye. 'Well at least she doesnt look mad' thinks Lena as she struggles to find words to start apologizing. Kara however doesn't even give her a chance to speak before walking quickly up to Lena. In her panicky state Lena backs away until her back hits the wall. Kara stops less than an inch in front of her noses almost touching and cups her face whispering "all you had to do was ask" and leans in stopping just before their lips touch to give Lena the opportunity to say no. Lena's brain just gives up but intstinct kicks in and she closes the distance kissing Kara like its the last thing shes ever going to do. Breaking the kiss Kara smirks then promptly picks Lena up by her legs and wraps them around her own hips then holds her in place with her hands cupping Lena's ass. Lena gasps and before she even has time to process everything Kara is carrying Lena towards the bedroom saying "time to take care of that feminine urge"

The next morning they're cuddled in bed together when Lena wakes up and smiles looking at a sleeping Kara complete with major bedhead and the tiniest bit of drool. She slowly reachss for her phone and snaps a pic of them both making sure nothing is exposed. She sends it to Alex and Nia simultaneously with the caption "got my wish and got railed". Nia replies "go girl! Get it!" Followed by Alex replying "im murdering you next time i see you". Lena smiles then decides fuck work she's going to spend as much time cuddling with a naked Kara as she can.

[ysljoon]

Not in The Same Way|Tutor!Yoongi x Reader x Ex!Jungkook 02

♡ This fanfic contains mature themes so please avoid if you are not 18+

♡ Warnings: A lot of angst and some swearing

♡ Summary: You’re absolutely infatuated with your tutor and everything is going well until your ex from a year ago is back in the picture.

♡ Word Count: .9k

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The hour seemed to creep by slowly. It was excruciating, but you just had to power through, you had about 25 minutes left. The movies on Hulu and the TikToks couldn’t keep your attention. You kept switching between apps and decided to give up. You ended up deciding to take a short nap. You set a timer on your phone and close your eyes hoping the nap will make the time pass quickly.

“Hyung, do you wanna go out to dinner after you're done tutoring me?” Jungkook was busy scribbling down his answers on the worksheet Yoongi provided while he was on his phone scrolling through Twitter waiting for Jungkook to finish. “Not tonight Jeon. I got an early day tomorrow with class. Go ask Jin, you know that buffoon loves to waste time with you.” Jungkook pouts at Yoongi’s response but doesn’t press on any further with the topic. “Alright, I’m all done.” He pushes the worksheet forward and waits for Yoongi to finish it. Jungkook also really admires Yoongi. He thinks of him as a role model and he takes his advice and criticism to heart. His opinions mean so much to him. Yoongi checked away at the answers with a red pen. He wrote a large 90% at the top of the paper with a smiley face next to it like how a teacher would. It made Jungkook giggle. “You seem ready for the exam at the end of this week Kook, I’m proud of how much progress you made so quickly.” 

Jungkook beams at the praise and starts to pack up. He then hears the standard Apple alarm go off being muffled from behind Yoongi’s door. This suddenly has Yoongi bolting up from his seat, but Jungkook moves quickly and stands in front of the door blocking him from getting in first. “Does my Yoongi Hyung have someone over?” He quirks his eyebrow and smirks and Yoongi doesn’t respond. “It’s my phone. I forgot to turn it off.” Jungkook’s expression drops into an unamused flat look. “Hyung, your phone is in your pocket. I just saw it. What are you hiding in here? Do you have a girl over? Oh wow, Hyung that’s scandalous.” 

In a couple of swift movements, Jungkook is unlocking the door, and Yoongi cusses under his breath about you not locking the door even though he had told you to. You were the one that was so worried about Jungkook being here more than him too. The cover is drawn over your head so your identity is hidden for now. Jungkook turns over to Yoongi the smirk has reappeared on his face and Yoongi is pleading with him to get out of his room. Jungkook picks up the ringing and turns off the alarm, the lock screen that he is greeted with makes his mouth go dry. It’s a selfie you took a couple of months ago when you went to the beach. He only knows this because you posted the same selfie on your Instagram. 

“No fucking way.” He yanks the sheets out of your grip and your whole figure is exposed. Your blood is ice cold and you’re afraid to look up because you know what face you’re going to be greeted with and the thought makes your stomach twist and turn. “Looks like my dove found another nest to fly to.” The nickname makes you wince. “Don’t fucking call me that Jungkook. You have no right to call me that.” You grit your teeth still afraid to make eye contact with him. You try to hide from embarrassment. Your ass is out and only being covered by your panties and the hem of Yoongi’s hoodie you decided to steal. Yoongi would’ve found the sight endearing under different circumstances. Right now he’s tense watching the scene unfold in front of him. 

“Aw, she can speak.” He coos at you condescendingly and you can’t help, but feel a little bad for your actions. “Does it make you feel better to jump around my friend group huh? Do you think fucking my friends is gonna get you close to me? What’s next huh you’re gonna fuck Jin? Ooh, what about Namjoon? I think he had some heart eyes for you while we were dating.” He sneers and Yoongi has had enough of his antics. “Alright enough! Jungkook, I think it's time for you to leave.” Yoongi ushers him back into the living room where his belongings are and he leaves the apartment with a scowl on his face. Yoongi locks his door and comes back to his room seeing you sobbing on his bed. He doesn’t know the full extent of what happened between you and Jungkook, but he can tell the relationship didn’t end on amicable terms. He does vaguely remember you saying earlier that it ended terribly, but he thought it was you being dramatic. Now he’s aware that that wasn’t the case.

“I’m sorry you had to see that Yoongi, I'm so embarrassed.” He pulls you into a tight hug and rubs your back to console you. He hates to see you like this and he hates that his friend was the reason for it. He sighs and pulls you even closer and he can feel your labored, shallow breaths turn into calmer ones. “I can talk to Jungkook about this tomorrow if you want.” You don’t lift your head, but Yoongi can feel you shaking your head in his chest. “Don’t bother as you can tell any conversation about me is pointless, he doesn't want to hear it.” He holds for as long as you need him to while he mulls over in his head what he should do in this situation.

Notes: Honestly I was gonna wait till next week to posted, but I was so excited to post this chapter! I also wanted to take advantage of the free time that I have because I have finals coming up at the end of April and I started a new job so I might lose my free time as soon as I got it sigh. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter and if you want to be added to the taglist let me know! <3

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

Okay what is “Alma” and what is it in relation to cockles??

okay, if you continue reading this post, you are pinky swearing to being fucking discreet, alright? if everything i'm about to talk about is actually true, then it's extremely personal and it needs to be treated with respect. we do not clown on this subject.

okay. alma perpetua is an instagram account that posts handwritten poetry; mostly love poems. there's no other name or identifying features attached to the account.

the only truly notable thing, aside from the beautiful poetry, is that the account is followed by misha, it follows misha back, and he's the only 'celebrity'/non-poetry account alma follows. sometimes misha posts comments on the alma poems.

last year, the theory gained steam that alma IS misha posting his poetry under an anonymous account, and furthermore, that the bulk of the poems are in fact about jensen. on its face this seems like one hell of a wild assumption, so, since i don't have an instagram account, i ignored the rumors i heard about it for a while.

then i happened to come across this post, which gives an excellent blow-by-blow of the 'clues' that have led people to these theories. i have to admit, the evidence does start to stack up.

people really started talking about it after this poem was posted, exactly seven weeks after the last spn convention in 2020, just before quarantine hit.

[photo id: a handwritten poem on a piece of paper, reading:

it's been seven weeks since i saw you last. you slipped out the door while i slept leaving only your scent on the pillowcase beside me. i think now that i should have packed it not knowing that the worst of this is just that and that having to soften the edges and trust in the unknowing maybe be the best keepsake of all. x alma

/end photo id]

what got me from 'maybe' to 'holy shit' is when i found a handwritten poem that misha posted on his twitter, and started zooming in to compare them. in my opinion, it's the same handwriting. alma is written more messily, but almost all the letters are formed in the same style.

scroll down on that last link and you'll find a couple more clues, such as a poem about a green parrot + a picture of misha with a green parrot, and a poem about the year's first snowfall, posted shortly after vancouver's first snowfall of the year.

now if you really want to get slapped in the face, here is a poem from a couple months ago where alma writes about about a reunion, presumably with the lover from the above poem.

[photo id: a laptop screen displaying a poem typed into an email format, with the subject 'resumed' and the poem reading:

fresh from my bed we walk arm over arm along the water, the sand beneath us sinks under our weight. after a year apart, we pick up where we left off-- like an email unsent or a song paused mid chorus.

on this shore, water licking our heels, we revise our ending, we sing off key. behind us, our footprints wash away.

/end photo id]

i admit that when i saw this i had a moment of doubt, because i thought, it seems like we would have heard something that would have tipped us off to one or both of them taking a trip to a beach? maybe it's all just coincidence...

and then bam, the very next day, that motherfucker posted a video of himself on the beach, and tweeted it at jensen for no reason. i think it also coincided with about the time jensen would have been heading north to quarantine before starting work on the boys.

so the thing is that obviously, these poems are deeply personal and emotional and just, just aching with yearning, and it's pretty fucking overwhelming to read these words and consider that not only are these words written by misha, but by misha about jensen. i mean, read these words (again, if you clicked the first link) and consider the possibility that they were written by misha, about jensen.

[photo id: two handwritten poems, the first reading:

loving you never felt like falling. it had a weightlessness it wasn't falling at all. it was flying.

and the second poem reading:

i want to love you through loudspeakers to the bleachers; i want to love you in times square on the jumbotron not this quiet thing. it's a scream i'm holding in. x alma

/end photo id]

i don't know about you, but that makes me want to fix myself a nice shattered glass banana fudge sundae.

so, as i started out by saying, we've gotta be fucking discreet here. unfortunately, people leave cheeky comments and blue/green hearts on the alma account, and they usually get deleted, but we need to be respectful - firstly, because we could be wrong and this could be some random person who didn't ask us to swarm their poetry, and secondly, if it is misha, he's sharing something deeply private with us.

however, i can't help but feel that misha actually wants those of us who are obsessed pay attention to know that it's him, because all he had to do was not draw attention to the account by following it and leaving comments on it and no one would have ever even guessed.

with all this palpable yearning, i can easily believe that he wants someone to see, to know, to understand. plus, he's a fucking troll who loves whipping us into a frenzy.

so that's the alma thing. go forth, be discreet, and suffer.

ps: if you're a newbie to cockles stuff, have my masterlist to get better acquainted.